orville wright
it is 1939
and he sees
darkness close in
fire engulf cities
death crowned king
the destruction of the dream
his life fades
and he sees
1903
one brother sitting in a wooden box
shouting joy
whilest another
races dreams
feet lifting chalk
carefree on the plains of kittyhawk
posted by heelers | 12:14 AM
1 Comments:
I truly love this poem, James. I think I'm going to memorize it for the next time that someone blithely tells me that technological innovation will save the world. It can save and it can kill.
-MJ
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